by AArdvark » Fri Jul 13, 2007 4:35 pm
I practically lived on my Schwinn Sting-Ray. I hold the second best record for jumping over neighborhood kids. This involves
1) One shopping cart (stolen) from Rite-Aid.
turn said shopping cart over and prop--
1) One Board. so it makes a ramp.
Place these items in the middle of your back yard, then have several neighborhood friends lie down behind the JUMP (the two boring objects magically transmogrify themselves into something exciting the minute you place them in proximity with each other) the neighborhood friends are side by side, not lengthwise, the ones farthest away from the jump are either better, more trusting friends or just dumber.
Then, starting in the street out front, pedal as fast as you can while avoiding the back gate, which has been propped open for this event, and ride up the jump. You become airborne! Free as a bird, sailing on the winds for about one whole second.
The record was set by my brother on a Schwinn Sting-ray (I had the BMX version with the knobby tires and ball padding on the goose neck) He had a regular Sting-Ray with much better speed. Eight kids. The last one was kinda skinny, thank god, or he woulda landed on his chest.
My record was five kids. Ho hum.
That whole story was to set an example of the bike related stuff that happened when I was a kid. I must have patched or replaced the tubes on my bike once a month or so until I learned to drive.
Remind me to relate the games of bike polo with hockey sticks or the apocalyptic bottle rocket battle while riding doubles. Oh yeah, Also had a paper route at one point. Used the bike for that.
THE
THOSE WERE THE DAYS
AARDVARK
I practically lived on my Schwinn Sting-Ray. I hold the second best record for jumping over neighborhood kids. This involves
1) One shopping cart (stolen) from Rite-Aid.
turn said shopping cart over and prop--
1) One Board. so it makes a ramp.
Place these items in the middle of your back yard, then have several neighborhood friends lie down behind the JUMP (the two boring objects magically transmogrify themselves into something exciting the minute you place them in proximity with each other) the neighborhood friends are side by side, not lengthwise, the ones farthest away from the jump are either better, more trusting friends or just dumber.
Then, starting in the street out front, pedal as fast as you can while avoiding the back gate, which has been propped open for this event, and ride up the jump. You become airborne! Free as a bird, sailing on the winds for about one whole second.
The record was set by my brother on a Schwinn Sting-ray (I had the BMX version with the knobby tires and ball padding on the goose neck) He had a regular Sting-Ray with much better speed. Eight kids. The last one was kinda skinny, thank god, or he woulda landed on his chest.
My record was five kids. Ho hum.
That whole story was to set an example of the bike related stuff that happened when I was a kid. I must have patched or replaced the tubes on my bike once a month or so until I learned to drive.
Remind me to relate the games of bike polo with hockey sticks or the apocalyptic bottle rocket battle while riding doubles. Oh yeah, Also had a paper route at one point. Used the bike for that.
THE
THOSE WERE THE DAYS
AARDVARK